Still I Rise

Pay attention, biatch (uh-huh)

Shout out Young Steff for the assistance (yeah)

Scotty the engineer, what up?

All my niggas throwin' it up on them bikes, I see you

The Affiliates, nigga

Nicki I told you I got you, baby, Gucci got you, baby

Weezy got you, we gon' hold you down, get 'em

Holiday season

She said, "Fuck Fendi" but I think she was playin'

I heard she move them thangs, I think she fuckin' Wayne

She call herself Lewinsky, that means she give him brain

She tryna be like Lil' Kim, her picture looks the same

Why she ain't signed with G-Unit, she from Queens, right?

And what's her nationality? She Chinese, right?

I mean she okay, but she ain't all that

She ain't the next bitch, tell that bitch fall back

See I'm a hater, I go hard, listen, let's begin

You know her last name Minaj? She a lesbian

And she ain't never comin' out, look at Currensy

But every time she do an interview, you know I run and see

She get me so sick, it make me vomit

That's why I spend my time online, leaving comments

And you know, that I got some more haters with me, might hit up This Is 50

MTV, hit up BET, tell 'em pretty, pretty please don't play Nicki

Still I rise, still I fight

Still I might crack a smile

Keep my eyes on the prize

See my haters, tell 'em, "Hi"

One day you'll remember this

One day when we reminisce

Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz

Still I rise, still I fight

Still I might crack a smile

Keep my eyes on the prize

See my haters, tell 'em, "Hi"

One day you'll remember this

One day when we reminisce

Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz

Bitches is like crabs in a bucket

You see a bad bitch gettin' shine, you should love it

'Cause every time a door opens, for me that means you

Just got a better opportunity, to do you

They don't understand, these labels look at numbers, it's statistics

I lose, you lose, ma, it's just logistics

Anyway, real bitches listen when I'm speakin'

'Cause if Nicki win, then all of y'all gettin' meetings

Ask L.A. Reid, ask Jay

Then hit up Universal, see what Sylvia Rhone say

Ask Craig Kallman, you can ask Chris

Lighty, when you're done, just salute a bad bitch

Only underground bitch around that's ducking the paparazzi

In and outta town, be swervin' the Maserati

Stay around the white like a Nazi

Pussy p-p-popping on my poppers so the cops see, bitches

Still I rise, still I fight

Still I might crack a smile (still I might)

Keep my eyes on the prize

See my haters, tell 'em, "Hi" (I'ma keep my eyes on the price, oh, oh)

One day you'll remember this

One day when we reminisce

Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz

Still I rise, still I fight

Still I might crack a smile

Keep my eyes on the prize

See my haters, tell 'em, "Hi" (tell 'em hi from me)

One day you'll remember this

One day when we reminisce (when we reminisce, reminisce, baby)

Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz